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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 17:05:13 GMT -5
"I have no doubt of that, Christopher, no doubt. Now, " he laughed "perhaps you should do up your trousers and feed the cat?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 17:43:26 GMT -5
Carlos smiled, chagrined.
"I suppose," he said. "How undignified."
He did up his trousers and stretched, realized he'd been lying in that chair for rather a long time. He fed the cat with a grin on his face.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 17:50:45 GMT -5
Destler wandered a bit, seeing how "far" he could go from Carlos. He had no trouble at all, really, though traveling was strange as he'd somehow imagined it would be like walking, or traveling through shadows as he was used to doing, but it was speed of though, and he suddenly found himself in his home under the Opera.
A moment of panic brought him back, a sensation for both of them as if he'd slammed into the young tenor at a dead run.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 17:54:47 GMT -5
"Oh!"
He couldn't help the exclamation. Now that he was forcibly reminded of Destler's connection to him, he could recall it receding somehow, just for a moment.
"What happened?" he asked quickly. "You're not going anywhere?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 17:58:08 GMT -5
"Don't worry, it was only a foolish panic on my part. I'd wanted to see how far I could go from you, I'm not leaving."
He offered ghosting caresses and was quiet for a few moments before stirring again.
"Do you know where mister Holmes is staying?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 24, 2008 18:14:44 GMT -5
Carlos set the cat dish down. He hesitated, knowing--though he didn't like to think of it, not directly--what Destler did to those he did not like. And he had every reason to dislike Holmes. Could Carlos be responsible for the great detective's death?
He recalled the scene in this very room and his resolve hardened. Holmes was like any other rival. It was sheer luck Destler was still with him at all.
"221b Boulanger Boulevard," he said grimly. "What... are you going to do?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 24, 2008 18:17:20 GMT -5
"Hmph. Not very creative, is he. I can do nothing in this state, I simply wish to spy a bit, I suppose. I will do something, when I've a body again, but I am not sure what. Death would be too easy for him, I can tell you that much. He will suffer greatly for trying to take me from you."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 25, 2008 9:42:45 GMT -5
Carlos swallowed, but nodded. It was only right. Right? If it was Holmes or his maestro, the choice was clear. After all the good Mr. Holmes had done in the world, he'd done this, too.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 25, 2008 9:46:31 GMT -5
"So then, my dear, if you should feel the lack of my presence, don't worry. It only means I've...gone out for a bit."
He imagine a kiss at the corner of Carlos' lovely mouth and purred in his ear.
"You should get some rest. Tomorrow you begin work again, back to the Opera for the next performance. And you should make yourself more social, the more you see, the better a chance for spotting a good shell for me."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 25, 2008 10:33:14 GMT -5
"Of course," he said. "I've been remiss on that end. I imagine my public misses me." He smiled at the thought as he moved towards the bedroom, but then his expression changed to something like chagrin.
"Will you... stay until I fall asleep?" he asked. Somehow he felt reluctant to let go of Destler so soon after rediscovering him.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 25, 2008 10:38:01 GMT -5
The composer quieted for a moment, a sort of frown, one might suppose. The lack of pysical contact while enjoying themselves in the chair had been irritating, but the inability to lie next to his love, to hold him and touch him and share his warmth through the night was cruel.
"Of course, Christopher. I regret that I cannot play for you...I will sing instead."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 25, 2008 13:22:37 GMT -5
Carlos didn't understand his hesitation. Was Destler tiring of him already?
"Just until I fall asleep," he repeated. "I don't want to be alone yet."
But he himself hesitated in the bedroom, his pajamas in his hands. Foolishness--Erik had already seen what there was to see, but the heat of the moment had cooled and casually undressing in front of one's lover for the first time was fraught with tension, invisible or not.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 25, 2008 17:39:30 GMT -5
The older man chuckled and curled around Carlos lovingly.
"I'll go away just for a moment while you dress--I want to attend to that myself when I've got my body."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jun 25, 2008 17:43:05 GMT -5
"Perfect," Carlos agreed with a small smile. "Some things shouldn't be rushed. But then... I would love for you to sing to me."
When he felt Destler's presence recede--and he'd just have to trust that feeling--he hurriedly got undressed and pajamad and slipped under the covers. He liked the vague sensation of being taken care of.
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Post by Erik Destler on Jun 25, 2008 18:17:43 GMT -5
He had popped up momentarily in the cafe where Carlos performed for him, somewhat dizzied as he was disembodied again, lingering for several minutes before returning to find his lover in bed with Mephisto already curled up on his chest. The cat gave him a jealous look--it at least could see him, or something of him it seemed.
Erik chuckled and settled into Carlos again, doing his best to "hold" him.
"It has been some time since I've only sang--you shall have to find someone with a good voice as well, thought that may not be necessary..."
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